About 18 months ago, we decided to have another baby. This baby duly made his entrance into the world last August, a week late. I don't like putting my children's names online too much, which is rather silly, but let's just call him Squidgy, since it's turned into his nickname anyway. I could call him... Continue Reading →
More procrastination
I don't really write much any more. This is partly due to not seeing the point in publishing stuff that no one will read, and partly because two small children remove most of my brain. I'm sure they get up in the night and suck all my ideas out with a straw. Anyway, my husband seems to... Continue Reading →
Master builder of dreams
Today was not really the day I wanted to see almost three hours of Ibsen. The children had been a bit fussy all day; nothing unusual, just crying at inopportune moments, the older one getting upset about me going out, the little one wanting more of my milk in the middle of M&S, and then... Continue Reading →
New Year’s Fears
It is perhaps strange that having a family should make me fearful, rather than hopeful, for the future, but having children makes everyone vulnerable. You can threaten someone's life, and they may shrug and decide that their life isn't worth much Threaten their child's life, and they will do absolutely anything. It makes every happy... Continue Reading →
Stupid, stupid mummy
Sometimes life seems sort of rainy. I tend to choose these times to write a great deal. It's a bit like eating chocolate - trying to run away from the moment you don't like. As I don't tend to fix my problems with chocolate or alcohol any more, at least I'm not fat, but it... Continue Reading →
Brainless ramblings of a dull mother
Somehow there is nothing more to say, now that family life has entirely claimed my mind. I was keen on writing my travel blog for a while, because at least the theme provides a ready-made stream of topics, and occasions, about which to write. But being a "full time mother" seems in my head to... Continue Reading →
Giving up
It is hard to believe in anything, particularly oneself, at the best of times. The more life progresses, the more it seems a succession of minor disappointments, which are a natural part of growing up and realising that I won't get to go on a bouncy castle every afternoon. Sometimes, it seems as if that... Continue Reading →
Unreasonable irritation with the trivia of life
I was driving home from the station, and thought I should write some more pointless stuff in my entirely neglected and unread blog. Well, what I should actually be doing is submitting my expenses to my accountant, but I'm too generally irritated by life to do so. I hate standing on public transport, slowly making... Continue Reading →
Why are only women supposed to compromise?
A former manager contacted me the other day. That happens fairly frequently, and flatteringly enough, the communication is usually an offer to come and work with them in whichever company they've recently joined. This time, I wrote back explaining that as I was on maternity leave, I would not be available until next year. Quite... Continue Reading →
Human nature
I am currently reading a novel about a dystopian future in which the world has been destroyed in some sort of holocaust, and all the survivors live in a collection of huge underground bunkers near Atlanta. As with all science fiction, it is about the dynamics of human interaction in a hostile environment. I was... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 